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"C'mon, Harry, you've never missed the Snitch before."
"Think we'd better go and get someone?" said Ron nervously.
"But if they beat Ravenclaw..."
"What did you go running to McGonagall for?
"Yes," said Harry. He hesitated, and then the question he had to ask burst from him before he could stop himself." Why? Why do they affect me like that? Am I just --?"
"Everything under control, sir."
They turned into the corridor to Gryffindor Tower and saw Neville Longbottom, pleading with Sir Cadogan, who seemed to be refusing him entrance.
"Ravenclaw'll have no chance, they're all on Cleansweep Sevens!"
"Sirius Black" Harry said wearily. "He's supposed to be after me. So McGonagall reckons he might have sent it."
"I should think not," said Professor McGonagall sharply. "How are we supposed to teach with those horrors floating around?"
"Bad news, Harry. I've just been to see Professor McGonagall about the Firebolt. She -- er -- got a bit shirty with me. Told m' I'd got my priorities wrong. Seemed to think I cared more about winning the Cup than I do about you staying alive. Just because I told her I didn't care if it threw you off, as long as you caught the Snitch first." Wood shook his head in disbelief. "Honestly, the way she was yelling at me... you'd think I'd said something terrible... then I asked her how much longer she was going to keep it. He screwed up his face and imitated Professor McGonagall's severe voice. 'As long as necessary, Wood'... I reckon it's time you ordered a new broom, Harry. There's an order form at the back of Which Broomstick... you could get a Nimbus Two Thousand and One, like Malfoy's got."
"Good. There's no point moving them all now. I've found a temporary guardian for the Gryffindor portrait hole. You'll be able to move them back in tomorrow."
"Yeah..." Face dry, Harry looked up. "Why -- you didn't know my dad, did you?"
"No," said Harry. "The tree smashed it to bits."
"Stand and fight, you mangy cur!" yelled Sir Cadogan.
And at once, thin ink lines began to spread like a spider's web from the point that George's wand had touched. They joined each other, they crisscrossed, they fanned into every corner of the parchment; then words began to blossom across the top, great, curly green words, that proclaimed:,